The Gospel Of Mystery

Poem By Helen Hunt Jackson

Good tidings every day,
God's messengers ride fast.
We do not hear one half they say,
There is such noise on the highway,
Where we must wait while they ride past.

Their banners blaze and shine
With Jesus Christ's dear name,
And story, how by God's design
He saves us, in His love divine,
And lifts us from our sin and shame.

Their music fills the air,
Their songs sing all of Heaven;
Their ringing trumpet peals declare
What crowns to souls who fight and dare,
And win, shall presently be given.

Their hands throw treasures round
Among the multitude.
No pause, no choice, no count, no bound,
No questioning how men are found,
If they be evil or be good.

But all the banners bear
Some words we cannot read;
And mystic echoes in the air,
Which borrow from the songs no share,
In sweetness all the songs exceed.

And of the multitude,
No man but in his hand
Holds some great gift misunderstood,
Some treasure, for whose use or good
His ignorance sees no demand.

These are the tokens lent
By immortality;
Birth-marks of our divine descent;
Sureties of ultimate intent,
God's Gospel of Eternity.

Good tidings every day.
The messengers ride fast;
Thanks be to God for all they say;
There is such noise on the highway,
Let us keep still while they ride past.

Comments about The Gospel Of Mystery

We receive God's message at first on the beginning of the Day. God's divine message we perceive with purity and heavenly quality.God's Gospel of Eternity motivates mind with great feature. This is an outstanding poem well penned. BEST WISHES FROM: : Poet Kumarmani Mahakul #365 on top 500 poets of the world. (AS per the world poetry database information rank on date 21 May 2020, Thursday, on Ascension-Day 2020)
The banners blaze and shine With Jesus Christs name] Great life song. Thanks for sharing it here.

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